KriYaansh OS : Sunn Raha hai Naa Tu?

Sunn Raha Hai Naa Tu? - Female

[A/N: If you have not listened to the Shreya Goshal rendition of this song, I think your life is not worth living. Yes, I said it to your face. Because, that is how powerful this song is. It makes you want to live in a world where whoever this girl in the song is, and then you console her. Tell her that stop crying and everything will be alright. It makes you feel things around you are moving in slow motion, and that nothing except this song matters. Here is my Kria version of this song, because trust me when I say this, nothing else fit better.

The plot line is, that what if the Dazzling Vs. Weakling divide was so strong that nobody even dreamed of breaking it? What if your public image was such a major thing to uphold that you thought nothing else was important? What if even through the divide, Kria fell for Reyaansh. Yes, the Reyaansh who was a super hero. The Reyaansh who had the image of the leader of the Dazzling Squad. The Reyaansh, who could never break away from that image.]

Yaara...
Manzilein ruswa hain
Khoya hai raasta

She felt something lurch in her stomach as the song made its way out of the stereo system of the rehearsal hall. Why was Nicole Madam doing this to them? She could see Swayam's apologetic face as his took her hands in his, and she smiled back, understanding.

It wasn't as if Swayam would enjoy this lovesick song anymore than she did. Her eyes involuntarily travelled next to that rock solid frame of the guy who was standing a few feet away from her, with Sharon in his arms. He was smiling, that wholehearted full toothed smile of his, and she immediately wanted to snatch her eyes away from him.

The degree of dumbness that her heart possessed had no bounds for sure. She, of all people had fallen in love with the King of Dazzlers. Ohh, how fortunate.

Her heart couldn't see right from wrong anymore. Her priorities all had been a muddled pool of mush, deviating her from reality. There was no pillar of strength to lean upon, and her life just seemed to seep away into nothing.

Aaye le jaaye
Itni si ilteja
Ye meri zamaanat hai
Tu meri amaanat hai aa...

Even though her condition was this bad, it was not as if she could put any reigns on her heart. As the song moved ahead, and her steps matched to Swayam's, her heart lingered to the man for whom she was dancing.

How cruel was he, not knowing that she was dying for him.

All she wanted right now was for him to come for her... For him to tell her how nothing else mattered but her.

Her eyes found him again, as Swayam dipped her down, and she watched him give Sharon a kiss on her cheek as he pulled her up. Strange, how Sharon seemed to get happy at that affectionate kiss from him, and how it seemed to put in a thousand daggers into her heart.

Her mind was becoming foggy as she rose up in Swayam's arms, and she knew what happened next.

Mujhko iraade de
Kasamein de, waade de
Meri duaaon ke ishaaron ko sahaare de

Her every sense was screaming out to go to him. And soon the steps changed in the ballroom dance, where she found Swayam leaving her alone and going to the next girl. She felt alone for a moment, and prayed that whoever came next, at least didn't make her feel uncomfortable.

She had just about turned her head away from Swayam's direction, when a touch made her gasp. He was the one who had come next to her, and she involuntarily stiffened. He held her hand tightly, making her raise her head to lock eyes with him.

She knew she shouldn't have done that.

Her insides pleaded. Her face almost mirrored her tortured heart, but he, he just had this smile on his face which he had for everyone, the one which showed how courteous he was. That was the smile which hurt her the most. That smile always made her realize what she was to him. She was amongst the general public. She was just another girl with whom he was being nice.

And her heart demanded more. So much more.

She wanted him to promise her his time. She wanted him to give her priorities which made sense. She wanted so much... so damn much from him, that it was physically painful.

Dil ko thikaane de, naye bahaane de
Khabon ki barishon ko mausam ke paimane de
Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Kar de idhar bhi tu nigaahein

Her eyes it seemed had plans of their own. They just refused to move away from his face. She was sure she looked crazy to him, for that's why his smile never faltered.

Right now, she wished the song would never end. She wished they would never change positions and she would forever remain like this in his arms. But she knew that the song was a really frugal excuse to begin with.

Her heart drummed ferociously in her chest, maybe it wanted to just jump out of her throat and go to him. How was he so clueless to her heartbeat?

Well, her mind reasoned, that even if he knew, there was no reason he would reciprocate her feelings. She was after all, a weakling. His hand grazed her back, sending shivers down her spine, as he dipped her low.

She was glad he did, cause she couldn't afford for him to see her face right now.

Suddenly, he straightened her, and pulled away from her, excusing himself.

"Bye." He had said, and waved her off dismissively, going back into the comfort of Sharon's arms.

Her whole body wanted him to stay, to at least acknowledge her with real eyes, not the eyes of a leader, of a prince, of royalty... But with the eyes of a real guy.

Sun raha hai naa tu
Ro rahi hun main
Sun raha hai naa tu
Kyun ro rahi hun main

She couldn't control it anymore. She knew this would happen sooner or later when he was in vicinity, yet she was as unprepared as ever.

How could he really cause this much pain to her without even realizing it?

She felt secure arms engulfing her in an embrace, and as if it was just another dance step, she was led to the far end of the dance floor, with everyone else being blocked out by the one who had embraced her so possessively.

"Thanks.." She choked out in her now hoarse voice, and the person just nuzzled his face into her hair.

"It's alright..." He said, and she finally broke.

Both her hands clutched handfuls of his shirt, and she wept silently into his chest, with him kissing her hair for comfort every now and then.

She just hoped her sobs were being muffled by the song playing, so that nobody could listen. She was comfortably hidden into Swayam's bodyframe, but she wasn't so sure about her cries.

Waqt bhi thehara hai
Kaise kyun ye huaa
Kaash tu aise aaye
Jaise koi duaa
Tu rooh ki raahat hai
Tu meri ibaadat hai

She was alone in the rehearsal hall right now, practicing on that wretched song. All thanks to him, she hadn't been able to concentrate on any of the steps Nicole Madam had told them. Her mind was still frazzled, thinking about him. Her eyes hurt, but she still wouldn't give up dancing. She couldn't help it, her thoughts wandered off to him.

Why couldn't she just accept that he was out of his league?

Why was she torturing herself, all in vain?

She didn't even know when her disease had gotten this serious. It was as if he was her only solace, as well as her biggest torture.

And despite it all, she just wanted him to come to her and be hers forever. She would pray for this with all her soul.

She didn't know she was going to fall off, until two strong hands steadied her.

"Easy..." His playful tone teased her, and immediately her breathe hitched.

She couldn't take it right now, she would break.

He lifted her from the waist, easing her into the steps, and it felt like he was pouring hot, metallic lava into heart, burning it.

His chest was completely in contact with her back, as he supported her, his breath grazed her neck. Each of his hot breaths made her want to die then and there.

Just as she leaned backwards, hypnotized, she felt him abruptly moving away from her.

Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Kar de idhar bhi tu nigaahein

She turned around to watch his face, her body shivering at the cold air suddenly seeping into her skin at losing his contact.

The puzzled expression on her face soon morphed into hurt, as she saw his cold, courteous smile.

"Sorry, People are calling me. You carry on." He said, friendliness clear in his tone, yet it also made her feel the loneliest. It was clear from his face that she had overstepped the boundary, and he had to detach her from himself.

He left, hurriedly, and she couldn't help the salty water to flow from her eyes.




Sun raha hai naa tu
Ro rahi hun main

She crashed down on the cold hardwood floor, sobbing uncontrollably. And prayed this time too, that the song was on a volume high enough to drown her cries.

Sun raha hai naa tu
Kyun ro raha hun main

He leaned on the wall just beside the door of the rehearsal hall, catching on his breath. He had overstepped, he knew that. He should have never gone inside in the first place. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and he could feel the pain, as if a million needles were slowly piercing his heart.

His face clearly showed his hurt, his eyes were squeezed tight, as if trying to stop the onslaught from coming.

His eyes flew open at the voice he heard next.

"Go back inside..." Swayam was standing in front of him, towering almost. He realized he was shadowing his face from the passersby.

He let the cold, cruel king of the dazzlers reign loose, only to protect himself, and spoke, "Stop Dreaming, Weakling."

He cleared his throat, smirked off any signs of weakness, and got out of his shadows, to leave.

"Stop Pretending, Dazzling." Were the last words he listened as he made his way towards canteen, and saw the lanky figure go inside the rehearsal hall, most probably to clean the mess he created.